In Amerinth, Shatila is a young Twilight Knight up for promotion to the level of Twilight Titan. It is a coveted position she longs for. The only thing standing between her graduation ceremony is a few personal barriers. All seems possible until Master Dugene interrupts her meditations with one final assignment, an escort mission for a Duke? The last thing Shatila wants is to trek through the dense Amerinth jungle with a clueless noble in tow–but when she wins the mission by demonstration rights, she cannot refuse. Can this frustrated knight handle one final assignment? Or will her temper bring all her hard work crashing down?

As a general applicant student in the Twilight Academy, Layta’s heart is set on the rank of Twilight Knight. Her dream is impossible unless someone sponsors her. Shatila Briston is the last person she’d expect to offer her that sponsorship. Layta is overjoyed to accept and receives her first assignment as a Twilight Knight. It seems simple enough, but everything is jumbled upon her arrival. It seems that anything that can go wrong, will. In the desert, on her own, with no one but herself to rely on, can Layta survive? Or will the wind finally blow her away?

Marcus Gillen is a Twilight Knight with elite Gold Clearance gifted to him since his Knightship. Twilights with Golden Queue training are taught to play a game of wits with their mission objective and Marcus is one of the best. But his latest mission has popped up at a bad time. His gift is water–a double-edged sword to an elemental bearer. It can show him the darkness in the world–and the darkness inside himself. Visiting Kainesworth on assignment opens a new set of puzzles for Marcus, including run-ins with an ancient sea serpent and one strange little girl. Digging deep into his past might provide a few answers, but in doing so, Marcus is forced to take a closer look at himself. The darkness he’s fighting may be closer than he thinks. Can he win this game or will he drown trying?

Master Kalen is the famed training master for Ellis Lathmore, the youngest Twilight Guardian in fifty years. Holding a fickle version of precognition via reflective surfaces, he can tell when something big is brewing. When Ellis’s former sponsored student, Terrance McGowen, comes to ask a special favor, Master Kalen must learn both sides of the story to prepare himself for the incoming storm.

Ellis Lathmore is the youngest Twilight Guardian in fifty years and the only Earth Elemental present at the Twilight Training Academy. Lately, his powers have been growing out of control, leaving him short-tempered and afraid to use his elemental gift. When he starts subconsciously creating earthquakes, Ellis knows something is wrong. Afraid of what could happen if he loses control, Ellis jumps at the first chance to distance himself from his troubles when a fellow Twilight turns up badly injured and missing his partner. Diving into the Amerinth jungle, Ellis is determined to bring her back–alive. Will this harried Guardian survive a tricky rescue mission?

Terrance McGowen is the famous sponsored student of the youngest Twilight Guardian in fifty years, Ellis Lathmore. It is a badge of honor he cannot outgrow and a reputation called into question when his native Urukou habits start to surface. Fights in the corridors, negotiations with the disciplinary committee and a young friend who won’t speak up–Terrance has his hands full. When Myra Albrys, a hystericalLunaire refugee interrupts a routine festival patrol, Terrance is chosen to escort her back to Twilight Headquarters. A simple task turns deadly when it becomes clear that Myra is being systematically hunted.

PROMPT : POINT The Principal sat back, lecture delivered, cheeks red and flushed, one finger tugging at his collar. “And your father can answer to the school board!” He finished, beady eyes narrowing to identical slits. I stared calmly back, wondering whether my...

Golden Flames (Friday Fiction)

Hey Everyone! I'm hosting Friday Fiction this week--feel free to jump in and join the fun. Friday Fiction is a weekly story event where writers can share clips from their WIPs or pieces of short fiction. ^_^ To join in the fun, add your story link to the widget...

Selfish Sky (Short Story)

“It’s not fair, Mama!” Jana crumpled to the stable floor, the fight draining out of her. “They—they don’t—!” “That’s the key right there,” her mother said, sternly. “They don’t. They don’t do anything. They never have, because they don’t actually care. Listen, I’m not...

Silence of Darkness (Friday Fiction)

Friday Fiction is a blog-to-blog hop for sharing fun stories to help your week wind-down. To share in the fun, check out this week's host, Rick H. over at Pod Tales and Ponderings. Keep reading to see my story for this week! SILENCE IN DARKNESS - (FRIDAY FICTION)...

Nancy Drew : Reading Memories (BLD 2017)

I'm "this" close to missing Book Lover's Day, in spite of thinking about it all day and doing little else creatively--besides mentally plotting out this entire post. Which, btw, is taking a little more brainpower than I can spare right now. So--here we go! Happy Book...

Silence of Darkness (Friday Fiction)

Friday Fiction is a blog-to-blog hop for sharing fun stories to help your week wind-down. To share in the fun, check out this week's host, Rick H. over at Pod Tales and Ponderings. Keep reading to see my story for this week! SILENCE IN DARKNESS - (FRIDAY FICTION)...

Nancy Drew : Reading Memories (BLD 2017)

I'm "this" close to missing Book Lover's Day, in spite of thinking about it all day and doing little else creatively--besides mentally plotting out this entire post. Which, btw, is taking a little more brainpower than I can spare right now. So--here we go! Happy Book...

Year in review (2016 edition)

So here's that yearly review I promised. Took me a bit to dig up this old file, but here we go! These are, of course, year specific...ahem. Words Written: 239,660 words according to my 2016 Scrivener file. (I personally don't think this is accurate, because I've...

Walking Glasses | Pt. 4

Previously: Ceros merely stared down at them, imposing and immovable in his sudden fierceness. “That was for your own safety,” he said, matter-of-factly. “As for your question,” he pinned Irvin with a look. “What is missing, is the key to the King’s Armory, Mister...